Once again, my apologies for lack of updating in this bitch. I swear, I'm gonna learn how to balance stripping and blogging. Eventually. For now, I'm a little busy with the last week of school rush that seems to happen this time of year.
Anyways, it's been a pretty productive weekend as far as the stripping goes. Needless to say, my technique has improved greatly, although to be fair, Stephen Hawking dances better than I do, so that's not exactly saying much. It also doesn't help that on Saturday, I had to work the floor with Pierre. Don't get me wrong, Pierre is a shitload of fun, but let's face it: Katy Perry has a better chance of being struck by lightning while winning an Oscar than I have of out-sexying Pierre. You ever tried following up Pierre Fitch on a stripper pole? It's like trying to follow up Foie Gras with a shit sandwich.
Anyways, he has introduced to some seriously cool people. For instance: Julien. You probably can't appreciate this, since I don't have a video on hand, but sweet holy jeebus can the guy ever dance. Seriously. He is to pole dancing what Jimi Hendrix was to Guitar-Playing/Passing out and choking to death on your own vomit. It's pretty fucking amazing. It's like watching Cirque Du Soleil, only less gay.
But the best was that he introduced me to Rene. Rene happens to be hot, funny, smart, and SANE. Oh, and his dick is fucking gigantic. Meeting someone like this in a strip club is like going down to the Sonic and seeing The Loch Ness Monster sucking down a Blue Coconut Slush. And the best part? He actually finds me attractive. ME.
Come to think of it, I might wanna reevaluate that sane part.
Anyways, for now, I'm gonna try not to get too excited. I won't go into details, but if past experience has taught me nothing, it's that get excited about stuff tends to lead to everything getting all fucked up. So for now, trying not to freak out with glee, which is VERY hard to do right now.
To play you out, here's Esthero with "If Tha Mood", which I'll be stripping to on Wednesday. Cheers!